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Something that really happened on my facebook:
Stupid Kid : Why people feel the need to brag about their drug/alcohol use on the internet completely escapes me. Thoughts?
Same Stupid Kid, Literally 10 Hours Later : Just smoked a dutch that was not altered in any way.....something is very, very wrong with this scenario.
The song “I’m Still A Guy” by Brad Paisley enrages me.
What is this, the 1910s?
Wow.
How to be me: (The Stupid Edition)
- Begin writing English paper on iPod
- Send the paper to self in email
- Check email
- See you have a message
- As it loads, be excited that it could possibly be from Vince
- When it finishes loading, realize it’s the paper you just sent yourself
So basically what you’re saying is you’re gonna use your rights to tell the people who protect them for you to get fucked?
Hey, logic… fuck you too.
This girl on facebook.
She’s writing a million statuses about how she’s in love with her boyfriend. Who she’s been dating for less than 24 hours. And has never met in person. And she spelled his name wrong.
Today she’s in love with Nick, two days ago she was writing I<3Ryan at the end of her posts, the day before that all men were scum who don’t know how to treat ladies right.
Ugh.
To girls who say “I’m fine” when they’re actually not and then complain about being lonely and say nobody gets them…
People may not understand your situation but if you don’t talk to people when you need to that is your own damn fault. Don’t blame anyone else for it.
I got called ugly by two people on Omegle today.
I know they’re just being mean to be mean but it wasn’t nice to hear, yanno? Not that I’m taking what they say to heart, but still. Ouch.
Today I went to the mall.
I was with my friend, Brandon.
Some girl stopped us and asked if he was “Brandon? Brandon Sky?” (LOLTHATSNOTHISREALLLASTNAMEANDEVERYONETHINKSITISBECAUSEOFFACEBOOK) and he said yeah (duh). She said he’s a model, then she asked if I was a model too. Flattering.
She went on to tell her friend she was with all these nice things about Brandon… that were completely untrue. Examples: he is a celebrity, he is super awesome at sewing, and I think she thought she made his own clothes.
Silly. It was cool meeting her though. She was nice.
I call bullshit.
